Holiday Horrors Cry for Krampus

I've been naughty... Like, run a car over your abusive ex kind of naughty. But it's not the police coming to punish me. It's the Krampus.It's the best time of the year in the mountain village I call home, known for its Krampus lore and festive enthusiasm during the holidays.From the outside looking in, my life is perfect. I live in a winter wonderland, I'm engaged to the town's beloved "honied ham man" and I run the town's most precious flower shop.No one would ever know my fiancé is an abusive psychopath who's threatened to kill me if I ever try to leave him. It's a secret I've always kept hidden, my burden to bear.The only person who sees right through the mask I wear is my Christmas tree vendor. He follows me, watches me. He thinks he's keeping me safe. Too bad my fiancé gets the wrong idea and flies into a jealous rage. This time, I fight back.Now, I've done something bad. To escape justice, I flee to a mountain cabin to drown myself in a bottle of eggnog and spend Christmas alone.Only I'm not alone. Turns out, the legends are true.The Krampus is real. And he's come to punish me for murdering my fiancé.